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Part III - The Clowns

I'd known it would be torture. But god, I wasn't prepared for just how awful it was to be horny with no hope of relief.

I kept the pout on my face as I followed Gaara around the party. Walking felt so awkward - between my stinging butt and overwhelming arousal, and still without the comfort of panties, I was in constant fear that someone was going to get a peak under my skirt. I'd just had to wear a short skirt to the party, but of course, I hadn't planned on losing my underwear and my pride that night. Despite my discomfort, I stuck close to Gaara and tried my best to be obedient - at first.

I'd warned him that being a good girl was very, very hard.

I wanted him to feel the same torture I was. How could he stand to wait? It had turned him on to spank me, and I could see that same pleasure on his face every time he gave me an order. But that meant that even more intense than his desire for sex, was his desire to make me suffer, to make me desperate, to keep me denied. That was terrifying.

I did try to be good. But my humiliating tasks kept me wet, and the longer it went on, the more my frustration grew. I began to plot a desperate escape to the bathroom, where I could rub one out quickly and maybe he wouldn't notice.

It was approaching midnight. Kegs had been brought out, people were getting thrown in the pool and shedding their costumes in the water. Gaara and I were easily the most sober people there, not that anyone seemed to care. Gaara kept spotting people he knew, stopping for conversations, laughing and joking. He seemed to know everyone - even the people that hadn't gone to our high school. Not only that, but they all seemed to really like him. People's faces lit up when they saw him, they spoke faster when they answered him. Seeing their enthusiasm actually made me feel proud. I was the one at his side, I was the one getting drinks for his friends.

But I was also the one squirming with horniness, my ass still red and stinging, as I desperately tried to resist the urge to grind up against Gaara's leg like a dog.

I'd felt proud when I dated Sasuke - I'd basked in people's envy, drinking in their jealousy. Sasuke and I had been each other's status symbols - although we were pretty shitty ones. It was the only thing I really had to hold onto from high school and that...that was pretty lame.

Unlike Gaara, who apparently had not only friendships but adoration. I always remembered him as being alone, and maybe he was alone before he'd gotten expelled. But that had changed. A lot had changed.

Someone convinced the drunk DJ to play a creepy, haunting track to set the mood, so instead of upbeat dance music the yard was suddenly filled with the slow pull of violin strings and tumes in the water. Gaara and I were easily the most sober people there, not that anyone seemed to care. Gaara kept spotting people he knew, stopping for conversations, laughing and joking. He seemed to know everyone - even the people that hadn't gone to our high school. Not only that, but they all seemed to really like him. People's faces lit up when they saw him, they spoke faster when they answered him. Seeing their enthusiasm actually made me feel proud. I was the one at his side, I was the one getting drinks for his friends.

But I was also the one squirming with horniness, my ass still red and stinging, as I desperately tried to resist the urge to grind up against Gaara's leg like a dog.

I'd felt proud when I dated Sasuke - I'd basked in people's envy, drinking in their jealousy. Sasuke and I had been each other's status symbols - although we were pretty shitty ones. It was the only thing I really had to hold onto from high school and that...that was pretty lame.

Unlike Gaara, who apparently had not only friendships but adoration. I always remembered him as being alone, and maybe he was alone before he'd gotten expelled. But that had changed. A lot had changed.

Someone convinced the drunk DJ to play a creepy, haunting track to set the mood, so instead of upbeat dance music the yard was suddenly filled with the slow pull of violin strings and a thumping drum. The cool air had grown absolutely chilly, and I wrapped my arms around myself as Gaara stood talking about computer operating systems and Java-something with a bespectacled couple. Glancing around, hoping to find somewhere close by I could go to warm up, I noticed another group had just arrived to the party.

My heart plummeted into my stomach. Cold dread shot through my veins. Without realizing it, I squished myself tightly against Gaara's side.

"What's up?" he said, glancing back in the way I was staring. "What's wrong-"

"Clowns," I hissed. "There's fucking clowns."

Three men were walking across the yard from the side gate, beers in hand, laughing and shoving one another. They wore matching black jumpsuits, their hair was buzzed short, and all three wore horrible, pasty white face paint. Black shapes had been filled in around their eyes, and their lips had been exaggerated into horrible jagged grins with black paint.

I quickly turned away from staring at them. They weren't the typical bright circus clowns, but they still made my stomach turn.

"Let's go inside," I said quickly. But Gaara had spotted the approaching clowns and recognition lit up his face.

"I know those guys," he said. "Hey Sasori! Pein!"

"Don't fucking call them!" I gripped his arm in absolute horror. One nervous glance back told me the clowns had heard their names called, and were heading directly for us. "Nope, no, no-"

Gaara gripped my arm, preventing me from sprinting for the house in terror. "Are you…" He laughed, as if in disbelief. "Are you actually scared of clowns?"

"Yes!" I whispered. "They're fucking creepy and gross and - oh my god -"

They were right there, enfolding Gaara in a giant hug, patting him on the back, meaningless conversation droning from their mouths. The only thing I could focus on was those horrible painted faces. Their exaggerated smiles only got worse as they bared their teeth and smiled.

Ugh. Gross. It took every bit of self-control I had to not run for the house. I grit my teeth and wrung my hands behind my back, keeping an awkward distance. Gaara would scold me if I left, but I wanted as much space between me and the clowns as possible.

Unfortunately for me, my staring was noticed. One of the clowns spotted me shifting coldly from foot to foot, and decided to be polite.

"Hey, hi, I'm Deidara," he extended a slim hand. Long fingers, pale skin. I absolutely cringed as I shook it. "You okay? You look a little, uh-"

"She's afraid of clowns," Gaara said, sounding so amused I wanted to slap him. "She's my slave for the night."

"Don't just fucking say that," I snapped, but it was too late. The secret was out.

"Well done, my man," one of them clapped Gaara on the back, as Deidara gave me a long, appraising look.

"Aren't you Sakura Haruno?" he said. "You were a cheerleader?"

"Yeah," I answered begrudgingly. I was trying to figure out a way to hide myself behind Gaara - anything to put some kind of barrier between myself and them. It felt silly, but I couldn't help it. Clowns were creepy, and gross, and uncanny - something felt wrong about them.

"Let me introduce you properly," Gaara said, hooking his arm around my waist and dragging me up alongside him. I pressed against him, hard. "This is Deidara, Sasori, and Pein."

"Cool, hi, yeah, nice to meet you," I muttered, forcing a very tight, very uncomfortable smile onto my face. Now that I was forced to look at them straight-on, I could tell that beneath all the makeup, they were really normal looking guys - if not pretty attractive. Gaara explained how they'd all been in metal shop together, and that Pein had started a band, but I was growing more distracted the longer I looked at them up close. There was a peak of colorful tattoos at the top of Sasori's jumpsuit, Deidara was wearing multiple rings that looked hand-made, and Pein had fit large, stretched black tunnels in his ears.

Somewhere in the mingling of my fear and torturous horniness, a very weird reaction was occurring. They looked terrifying, but their bodies were muscular and their smiles were almost charming. For how creepy they looked, they actually seemed...nice. One of them was wearing cologne, something bright and citrus-y that contrasted with Gaara's dark, musky scent. It gave me a little rush, the thought of them touching me - but god, that awful clown makeup...

"She's shaking!" Sasori laughed. "It's just paint, girl! We're not gonna eat you."

"Or maybe we will," Pein snapped his teeth, and I gripped Gaara's hand, gulping down my scream.

"I'm just cold," I muttered angrily, as the heat rushed to my face. I felt like a cornered rabbit, waiting to see which wolf would have a go at me first. I was also a very horny rabbit: instead of feeling sick with fear, this was giving me an endorphin-high.

I had never liked clowns, never. But facing them meant I was pleasing Gaara, it meant I was being a good girl, and it meant I was one step closer to him finally taking me inside and fucking my brains out.

"Don't worry about scaring her, boys," Gaara said, giving me a little squeeze. His grip was reassuringly tight. "It's good training for her."

"Is she from the club?" Sasori said. I had no idea what "club" he was referring to, but Gaara apparently did. He shook his head.

"No, she's a newbie. Remember Sasuke, from high school? She was his girlfriend."

"Yeah, yeah, I thought so," Sasori was nodding. "Who knew Miss Popular would be into that kinky shit."

"She's learning," Gaara smiled in the face of my glare. I still wanted to hit him: for denying me, for spanking me, for making me wait, for making me stand there and face my fear. I managed to hold my fists in check, but not my tongue.

"Gaara...can't we...can't we just…"

"Don't you know it's rude to whisper around friends?" Gaara chastised, with a tone in his voice that let me know just how much he enjoyed getting to scold me in front of them. "Can't we just what? Go inside so you can finally get fucked?"

I must have turned red from head to toe. My eyes darted back and forth between the clowns as they laughed. But they didn't seem at all confused, or even surprised by the situation. Maybe they were used to this. Maybe this was Gaara's thing. The sudden thought that perhaps there were other girls taking Gaara's commands and kissing his boots invaded my mind, and jealousy gripped me with shocking intensity.

"Let's just go back inside," I whined. "Please Gaara...you've made me wait long enough..." My hand snaked down his chest and over his jeans. I felt his hardness and squeezed, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

He didn't even flinch.

"You know better, angel," he warned. "This is on my time, not yours. And you're neglecting to properly address me."

I couldn't say it in front of his friends, I couldn't. I looked back and forth between them nervously, and my embarrassment was only made worse when I noticed the eager expressions on the clowns' faces. They were enjoying seeing me squirm.

"I can't say it here," I winced. "I wanna go inside. Come on." My voice sounded petulant and utterly bratty, even to my own ears.

"More worried about what they think of you than pleasing me, Saku?" Gaara said, and tsked. "That's not how good girls behave."

I could sense an impending punishment and whimpered, furious as I snatched my hands away from him and folded them against my chest. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get off. Now.

"Gotta use the restroom," I muttered, before Gaara could continue his scolding. "I'll be right back."

I expected him to try to stop me. Instead he just said slowly, "Don't take too long." As I hurried away, I could just barely hear him say, "She's a bratty one, boys. Only one good way to tame her."

If I was going to come back to another spanking, then I was at least going to get off first.

The restroom was occupied, of course, and I waited outside the door impatiently until a drunk girl finally stumbled out. A line had formed behind me, so I knew I had to be quick. There, alone in the quiet room, I finally got a good look at myself in the mirror. My pink hair still looked good, and my makeup was luckily intact, though it was only a matter of time before that changed.

Curious, I turned and pulled up my skirt so I could get a look at my ass in the mirror. So red - still hot and stinging from Gaara's hand. Just remembering my position, held so firmly in place and helpless to escape, made me bite my lip and curl my toes.

God, I wanted him to do that again. I wanted him to hurt me. Hurt me, fuck me, make me scream. I'd irritated him, I knew I had, so there was at least the possibility of another merciless spanking awaiting me when I got outside. What if he did it in front of his friends? What if there was no privacy this time?

Still looking back at my reddened ass in the mirror, I leaned against the wall in front of me and slipped my hand beneath my skirt. My fingers slid over my clit and I rubbed quickly, furiously. I couldn't take too long...people were waiting...I bit my lip to keep quiet, thinking of Gaara's hand slapping over my reddened skin.

A harsh knock pounded on the door and I gasped out, "H-hold on...just a minute…" I was so close. I'd gone so long in such a heightened state of arousal that it didn't take much. My fingers were slick, and I closed my eyes. More pounding at the door, dammit…

I imagined Gaara bending me over, holding me tight under his arm, scolding me as the clowns watched, smacking me until I wept openly, uncontrollably -

More knocking. It was angry now, insistent. Fuck, I couldn't cum like this. With a loud growl of frustration, I tugged down my skirt, yanked open the door and snapped, "Jesus, I'm done, okay, you don't have to be such an asshole-"

Gaara shoved me back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He grabbed me, gripping my arms, and pressed me back against the wall. I was guiltily aware of the stickiness of my arousal on my fingers, a damning indicator of my disobedience.

"Sh-shit...Gaara…" He loomed over me, looking at me as if he wanted to eat me alive.

"What do you think you're doing, angel?" he said. He grabbed my wrist, pulling up my hand. "What's all this on your fingers, hm? Did you think you could just sneak off and do something so naughty?"

My breath shuddered as I faced him. "I...um...there were people waiting out there…"

"Not anymore," he smiled. "It's a big house, there's other bathrooms they can use. I pointed them in the right direction. We need a little time to ourselves."

"Are you going to hurt me?" I whispered.

"Oh yes. More than you can imagine. Do you remember your safe word?"

"Yes." I should have been terrified but my entire body was buzzing with anticipation. My fantasies of punishment were nothing compared to the real thing.

"If I cross a line you better damn well use it. Do you understand?"

I nodded again. My pussy clenched and I whined, squeezing my legs together. If I had seen myself a couple years ago how I was now - whining and dripping in front of the boy I'd laughed at - I would have been horrified. I wouldn't have believed it.

I still hardly believed it.

"It's time for another lesson, Saku," Gaara said, looking me up and down. "It was only a couple hours ago that you were getting that cute little ass of yours beat. Did you forget what that feels like already?" He released my arms, and reached around to squeeze my stinging ass. I yelped, dissolving into moans of pain. His touch was electrifying. I wanted him to grip me harder, rougher. I wanted him to slam me against the wall again.

"I didn't forget!" His hold on my ass pulled me close against him, and I pressed closer. "You make it so damn difficult to obey! And you didn't tell me not to touch myself!"

"You little brat," he chuckled. "I told you I wanted to see you suffer. I wanted to see you squirm. You don't get to take that pleasure away from me." He shook his head in disapproval. "I really wish I had my paddle on me...god, turning your ass black and blue with that sweet thing would have you obeying as you should."

I was shaking. I didn't know if I wanted to mask my fear with anger, or my horniness with sassiness, or if his threats were going to break me and have me begging again. He owned a paddle...he literally owned instruments to inflict pain and humiliation. He was such a freak.

And god, I loved it. I wished he had his paddle with him too.

Instead of sass, I went for a different tactic: sweetness. "I'm trying so hard to be good!" I whined. "Come on, Gaara- er...Master...please...if you'd just let me get off…"

"I don't bargain for good behavior, angel. God, don't you know how long I've wanted to do this? Do you have any idea how good it feels to punish the girl who always laughed at me?" He cradled my face in his hands, his hold tender as he kept me pressed to the wall. "Getting to watch you whine and complain and get so red...but still do everything I say? It's too good."

"You're a jerk," I whimpered. "I want it so bad, Gaara…"

"What?" He said softly. "What do you want?"

"I want you! I just want to fuck, please, you've got me so fucking turned on I can't stand it, it's going to drive me crazy!" I gasped, my desperation exploding. "Please don't make me keep waiting, please just - just - bend me over and fuck me!"

Inside I was cringing, but I couldn't help it. If begging was the only thing that would end this torturous wait, then that's what I'd do. Gaara was chuckling, then laughing aloud, and when I finally fell silent, he said pityingly, "Oh, Saku. Poor girl. You're gonna get fucked, trust me. Soon enough you'll be fucked so hard you won't be walking straight for a week. But first…" He pulled something out of his pocket: that thin bit of cotton and elastic that he'd taken from me earlier, my thong. He dangled it in front of my face. "Do you still want this back?"

"Yes please," my voice was small, defeated. If he was offering my thong, that meant more waiting. I felt as if I could have cried from sheer desire.

"I can't believe you refused to put this in your mouth for your dare," he said. "Think how different this all could have been if you had."

"I couldn't! Not in front of everyone…"

"Pride doesn't have a place in your service to me." He brought the thong close to my face, caressing the lacey fabric against my cheek. "I just can't let that dare go, Saku. I really wanted to see you put these in your mouth."

I gulped. "Gaara...please…"

"Put them in your mouth." His voice was gentle. "Put them in your mouth, face the wall, and bend over."

My mind raced. Bend over...I'd be completely exposed. He'd see all of me...every dripping piece of flesh. He'd seen me when he spanked me over his lap, of course...but every exposure felt just as intimate, just as degrading, and just as exciting.

Unbidden fantasies flashed through my head. I thought of his fingers caressing me...parting me...pressing inside me...

I opened my mouth, awaiting my gag. There was a flicker of shock at my acquiescence on his face, before a fire lit in his eyes. He pressed the thong into my mouth - not quite a mouthful but enough to smother any sounds I might attempt. I could have spit it out easily, but I closed my mouth just enough to keep it inside.

I met his eyes for a moment - a long, tense moment - before I slowly turned, bent at the waist, and clutched my ankles.

My heels made the position particularly difficult. The entirety of my ass was on display, my short skirt useless. Gaara's boots stood close behind me, covered with my lipgloss kisses. He said nothing as the moments passed, moments that felt like an eternity.

"Spread your legs," he said. "I want you exposed. All of you."

I shuffled my feet apart, and the cool air kissed over my flesh. I waited, and my legs began to tremble. The difficulty of the position, and my ever-growing arousal, was going to make this an impossible pose to hold for long. Again, Gaara was silent. I almost couldn't bear it.

"Spread yourself open for me."

A groan escaped me. Every command came so slowly, so methodically. He was giving me the time to linger, to truly feel the depths of my degradation. I hated him for it. Hated it...loved it...wanted more of it. I reached back, trying to get a hold on my tender bits. My fingers were slick, and I could barely manage to pull my labia open, unable to get any grip.

Gaara was chuckling at the state of me as I finally managed to spread myself apart. God, I felt so filthy. I felt so exposed. He didn't touch me, he didn't even take a step closer to me. I wished he would. I wanted his touch so desperately.

The saliva was building up in my mouth. Unable to swallow, I'd start drooling soon. Humiliation on top of humiliation. My fingers slipped and I had to readjust, pressing my lips apart, exposing my wet and leaking hole. I heard his breath change - it might have been a gasp, or perhaps a soft laugh.

"God, it's so pathetic how needy you are." His voice wasn't cruel, it wasn't taunting. He said it like it was simply a fact, and I whimpered my agreement around the thong. "Running away to the bathroom to touch yourself, such a naughty girl. Been a while since you got off, hm?"

If I'd been able to form coherent words, I would have agreed. I'd been with other guys since I'd broken up with Sasuke; casual sex was my favorite stress reliever. But this was more than just sex: this had awakened another desire in me, a lust for something cruel and unusual that I'd never had fulfilled. It was a glaring, roaring monster that demanded to be satiated.

Gaara squatted down, staring at me where my head hung down between my legs. He smiled: an utterly sadistic, wolfish grin. "Or are you just that much of a freak that being ordered to lick some weird guy's boots is getting you this hot and bothered? Is being spanked and made to beg for mercy nearly enough to get you off? Such a fucking freak." His gaze shifted, and I knew he was staring directly at my hole. "

God please, touch me, touch me, fill me up!

"Service and discipline," he murmured. "That's what you're lacking. You can't expect to be rewarded for following such simple commands."

I wanted it so bad - hadn't he made me wait long enough? Drool gathered against my lips and began to drip. The urge to spit out my thong was growing, but the discomfort felt right. The longer I endured it the better I felt, because it meant I was still obeying. I was still following his orders. I was earning my reward.

You can't expect to be rewarded for following such simple commands.

"Sakura, look at me."

I'd closed my eyes without noticing, but I opened them to gaze at him, upside-down between my spread legs.

"Finger yourself," he said softly. "Just one finger. Slowly."

"Please...please, fuck…" The words were incomprehensible, swallowed up by the thong. How could I bring myself to do that in front of him? He'd see everything. The choice to say no was there. He'd given me a safety word and demanded I use it, if the need arose. But I didn't feel that need. I felt humiliated...embarrassed...turned on… I was frightened, but not in a bad way.

I was not frightened of what he would do to me, but of what I was willing to do at his command.

With one finger, slowly, I pressed inside my pussy. My flesh parted, soft and slick. I had to move carefully so my pink acrylics wouldn't poke. Only one finger wasn't enough, but the subtle stimulation made my breath shudder. I closed my eyes again, unable to bear looking at him as he watched me.

"Fuck yourself. Come on, Saku. In and out."

Why did he have to make it worse by talking me through it? I slid my finger out, then slowly all the way back in. Then again, and again. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, even with my eyes closed. With every thrust of my finger, I was drawing out more wetness. My clit felt swollen with need. Instead of continuing to hold myself open, I moved my other hand down between my legs, and rubbed my fingers over my clitoris, sending shocks of stimulation through my trembling legs. I rested my head against the wall to keep my balance. Drool dripped down my chin as I moaned, struggling to keep my knees straight. Unbidden, I added a second finger inside myself, pumping in and out.

I was groaning loudly, not caring if anyone heard me, no thoughts of how grossly embarrassing it was. I was getting close...so close...god, it felt so good, my knees were buckling...

"Sakura, stop. Now."

His voice cut through everything, like a switch being flicked in my brain. The fact that he was laughing startled me almost instantly out of my desperate, horny fog. I withdrew my fingers, swearing around my gag. I'd been close...so damn close! I should have kept going, I should have had my pleasure when I had the chance! Instead I stood up so quickly that my head spun. I pulled the thong from my mouth and tossed it to the floor, then turned to face him with a glare on my face and my back pressed to the wall. He squatted there, looking up at me, and bared his sharp teeth in a grin.

"How funny," he murmured. "You'd rather obey me than get yourself off. Even though it frustrates you...you'd still rather obey. That's good. Much better." His grin widened as he stood up. He grasped a hand around my throat, but he didn't squeeze - not yet. He just held me there, pinned to the wall. My breath was unsteady, hot and heavy in my lungs as I trembled. With his free hand, he grasped my wrist and brought it up, looking at the fingers I'd used to pleasure myself.

"You're more fun than I expected," he said softly. Gently, he took my finger in his mouth. I gasped at the contact. His tongue slid over my skin, savoring every drop of my juices, his mouth embracing me in a way that was both terrifying and arousing. His lips were tender. His teeth grazed over my skin as he sucked, his mouth enclosing me with a suction that I couldn't help but imagine being applied to other parts of myself. His grip on my throat tightened, pressing me back, making my breathing difficult but not impossible.

I sucked in my breath as best I could while he slowly withdrew my finger from his mouth. He licked his lips, and his eyes met mine. His look was vicious, hungry. His gaze flickered from my eyes to my mouth, a silent question, a command he didn't dare give.

So I gave it instead.

"Do it," I demanded. "Kiss me."